Even with as scattered and fearful as Jon's been as of late, he's tried to maintain senses of normalcy.
Such normalcy involves trying to not let himself slip into the same habits he had back in the Archives; trips out to the market, visits with friends (that he struggles not to be especially guarded during), work without diverging into side-projects, anything he can do to try to make life feel stable as possible. Today's excursion was one of the same, a brief trek to the market, to grab some ins and odds for groceries.
All-in-all, the day's been a breath of fresh air, compared to some of his recent ones.
That is, of course, until he steps inside his home, finding Martin looking like he's received the worst news of his life.
"Martin?" He speaks up the second he's in the door, hurriedly setting the grocery bags aside. He's already abuzz with whatever might be the trouble, with a letter like that, stepping into the main area of their living room as quickly as he's able. "What's wrong? What's going on? Are you alright?"
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Such normalcy involves trying to not let himself slip into the same habits he had back in the Archives; trips out to the market, visits with friends (that he struggles not to be especially guarded during), work without diverging into side-projects, anything he can do to try to make life feel stable as possible. Today's excursion was one of the same, a brief trek to the market, to grab some ins and odds for groceries.
All-in-all, the day's been a breath of fresh air, compared to some of his recent ones.
That is, of course, until he steps inside his home, finding Martin looking like he's received the worst news of his life.
"Martin?" He speaks up the second he's in the door, hurriedly setting the grocery bags aside. He's already abuzz with whatever might be the trouble, with a letter like that, stepping into the main area of their living room as quickly as he's able. "What's wrong? What's going on? Are you alright?"